I had Vivian take a couple pictures. Notice the big knots all over my back.

Vivian's youngest son, Jon, had his 18th birthday. I was the cake developer for the event. It took a good part of the day, but I successfully made a soccer cake.
Adding up the cake mixes, powdered sugar, etc. The cake would have weighed between 5 and 6 pounds.
I thought I would throw in a few pictures of my home town's scenery this time.
The top picture. Looking at the bottom of it, you can see my Aunt Dorothy's pasture, home and outbuildings(also some of her neighbors homes). This is looking from north to south across town. Mullan is just out of sight under the mountain I was standing on to take this. (I learned to milk cows in her barn)
The second picture(showing the tamarack/ western larch turned yellow in the fall) is from near the top of lookout pass, on interstate 90, looking west towards Mullan. That is a settling pond from the silver mine you see. You can just barely see a small bit of Mullan beyond it. This view is no more.
In recent years the mine put in a much bigger pond and there has been enough strip logging to destroy it in the eyes of those who loved the area. Idaho has an old law on the books that allows mines to tie up large tracts of land. The idea was to give them the rights to timber to use in the mines. They have shipped in mahogany guides for many, many years. So, even though they never use the timber, they own it. In Idaho, you can completely strip your privately owned land. The mines sell off the land and the logging companies strip it of anything big enough to have any use.
In recent years the mine put in a much bigger pond and there has been enough strip logging to destroy it in the eyes of those who loved the area. Idaho has an old law on the books that allows mines to tie up large tracts of land. The idea was to give them the rights to timber to use in the mines. They have shipped in mahogany guides for many, many years. So, even though they never use the timber, they own it. In Idaho, you can completely strip your privately owned land. The mines sell off the land and the logging companies strip it of anything big enough to have any use.
But they are smart. They leave enough timber standing in the right places that people driving through do not see the stripped areas easily.
Because of this, even if I lived to be a hundred. I will never see the area look as beautiful as it did while I was growing up.
This picture is from out front of the house I grew up in looking east towards lookout pass. The mountain to the immediate left, is the bottom part of the mountain I took the picture of Aunt Dorothy's property from.The 1967 Ford 4x4 pickup I am getting ready for paint, is setting on the concrete that used to be the floor in the small shop I learned bodywork, painting and engine building in as a kid. Amongst other things. There was always a project. If you look at the top of the picture. You see a couple outbuildings. They were not there until recent years. I grew up right on the edge of the woods. The big difference I see between this and the woods everywhere I go? Here we have vast tracts of land owned by the bureau of land management and the forest service. Also, the land "owned" by the mines is open for use. I grew up with total freedom, on hundreds of miles of forest to run and do as I pleased. Utter freedom. Before strip logging. Lots of roads to ride dirt bikes and four wheel drives. So many good places to hike. Speaking of four wheel drives. I did finish the Ford,
The 1977 Mustang in the background was another project.
Few last pictures of Mullan in winter.
In the pictures above. The Datsun 280z (red) was one of my projects. In the last three, That is one of my Ford Bronco's. It was also a project. Before I hurt my back, I did love fixing up vehicles. I love the challenge of figuring out how to fix just about anything. I cannot remember ever looking at something and thinking it was beyond my abilities. I do remember a learning curve that made me have to do some things twice :-)
In the pictures above. The Datsun 280z (red) was one of my projects. In the last three, That is one of my Ford Bronco's. It was also a project. Before I hurt my back, I did love fixing up vehicles. I love the challenge of figuring out how to fix just about anything. I cannot remember ever looking at something and thinking it was beyond my abilities. I do remember a learning curve that made me have to do some things twice :-)